All We Are Saying

Is Give Peas A Chance

"Good Things Come To Those Who Wait"

The present informs my past. I remember standing inside the Rodin Museum, not far from Philadelphia's Art Museum. Frozen in my alcoholism, like an insect trapped in amber, its destructive powers gave me a certain strength. Entrapment, the permanence of my disease, gave me an insane sense of indestructibility.
Dying from my disease, that is what I might have known of eternity, what I should have felt, if I could have felt. The present informs my past.
There is a connection here. The god of alcohol led me to the god of frozen yogurt.
"I feel like a piece of burnt toast dropped on a shag carpet landing butter side up."
That is how I felt when the Librium wore off.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 55 (rough draft). To see all related entries, click on "Alcoholism" after the word "LABELS," below. e-mail inquiries to moonshine2sunshine@yahoo.com.

A Regular Schedule for a Balanced Life:

Note: Replace "SLEEP" with "Pass Out".

That I Thought This Was Surely Photoshopped...

... Shows Me How Our World Has Changed.

Tyranny of the Masses...

... and the Idiots They Elect.

On the Fringe of the Bell Curve...

... You Will Be Hit By The Clapper!

(what's that ringing in my ears?)

that that is is that that is not is not is that not so so it is

That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that not so? So it is.

Siddhartha Sat Under The Bodhi Tree

I achieved my salt and crunch under the Pretzelterian Tree.

To Break YOUR Glass Ceiling...

... Sometimes you have to start with the Walls.

The Myth of Sisyphus

The myth of Sisyphus, that eternal hell of pushing the exact same rock up the exact same hill, only to watch it roll all the way back down every time. There's a whole lot of hell going on there, but at least Sisyphus knew the score.

With alcoholism, I had too much at stake to admit this reality. The Legacy Effect: I had too much at stake. I had to put a higher worth on my worthless efforts. Protect what was destroying me because my identity was immersed in alcohol.

I wonder if Sisyphus drank?

Rolling Rock, no doubt.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 50 (rough draft)

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When They Said, "Chicken"...

... I Should Have "Ducked".

The Dog Days of Summer

Just NOT these dogs.

WARNING: Alcoholism Ahead

There were no signs posted on the road my life was taking as I grew up. Even the supposed 'cultural revolution' of the sixties (and early '70's): the Beatles, Ken Kesey, Timothy Leary, Women's Liberation and that whole ball of wax. No warning signs there (or ignored, at best).

Alcohol was not only socially acceptable (as was smoking cigarettes, really), it was expected. Alcoholism, like a thousand and one others, was a taboo subject.

The rooms of my childhood and adolescence were not big enough for all the elephants in those rooms. And the elephants in this room, the room that I am in right now, will not be recognized by me except in retrospect.

Self-justification becomes a way of life.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 49 (rough draft)